"Well, I got your attention. That's something, right?" It's a small thing, but she'll take it. The joke at Elliott's expense briefly brings back a memory of the week before, dampening her mood for a second before she squashes it and forces herself back to the present, laughing weakly. "Nah, definitely not. Didn't stop me from offering."

The crux, though... no, he doesn't seem to want to talk about it, which is fine. She'd been there too, can't fault him. "I had that too... actually, I kinda had the opposite. Everything I tried to say got twisted to hell. Which doesn't sound so bad until I tried to tell someone I didn't actually care about my memories or my music. That wasn't a fun day, so. I think I get where you're coming from with that part, at least."